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Hi! I’m trying to find a Jonsa fic I read ages ago and I can’t find it now. The premise is that Sansa keeps pretending to be innocent and not know the meaning of sexual innuendos, so Jon has to explain them to her. If you can help at all, I’d really appreciate it! 💕

anon, I do know this one. Hold please.

Ok, after filtering the ao3 jonsa tag for modern, complete, rated E, and "Gendry" (because I distinctly remember Gendry being involved), I believe this is it:

it is a locked fic though, so you need an ao3 account to read it

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I am begging (very literally begging) for a longer “A Crown” fic, or if you have any recommendations of fics with similar themes/ideas. I just can’t stop thinking about A Crown and it’s been months since i read it. I still consider it my favorite Jonsa fic (and i’ve read hundreds). Any and all help is welcomed. Thanks a million for this amazing story that’s rotting my brain, i love your work and your writing! :,)

Oh anon! That's so sweet!!

I've debated adding more to that story, because the fallout would be fun to write, you know? But I always fear ruining one shots I really love with sequels, and I don't have the best track record for doing that to canon stories (rip white knuckles, I should've left you as a standalone). I never say never, so maybe some day!

As for fics with the same theme/ideas? That's a tough one!! It's often hard to take a step back from my own fics and compare it to others.

So I'll post this in the Jonsa tag and maybe someone there will have recommendations for "Jon is raised as a Targ prince" fics? I assume you also don't want angst? A crown was pretty lighthearted

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You've once AGAIN brought us an incredible fic, and I really enjoy the chance to read a canon (ish) fic from you (even though I adore your modern aus). Thank you for continuing to write for us!!!

I actually got a few comments on for the wars from people saying they'd never read a canon au from me, or maybe didn't remember, and it made me look back. I've written more than I would have guessed, but also they're almost all one-shots... so here's all the canon(ish) au's I've written:

on the bound (Sansa in the Vale)

sneaking out & the merchant's daughter (the og Brandon's son au)

keep you safe & sometimes they come true (closest things to show canon I'll ever write)

not the same (book canon)

a song (Sansa doesn't go with Ned to KL & they find out about Jon early)

ruin (Jon is a Targ & initially betrothed to Arya)

time travel (half canon?) & constellations (could be either book or show) from my ephemera series

and who could forget, white knuckles. the only real multi-chapter one, and the only fic I will likely never finish. sigh.

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(and then if you're looking for something like a salty teens, Jon is a Targ fic, you could check out this one from a completely different author that definitely isn't me)

#cellsshapedlikeasks #jonsa #jonsa fic #jonsa canon aus #as if that tag will ever help me find this reference post again

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have you ever seen that one reddit post (i know lol) where this guy and his girlfriend showered together and then she shampooed/washed his hair for him and he started crying because he felt so loved and he wasn't used to affection in his previous relationships and he basically ends the post talking about how much he loves his gf... anyway jonsa!

thanks for the prompt, anon!

it isn't quite this exactly, but it was inspired by it!

ephemera, chapter 37

(please read the content warnings before reading!)

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For the WIP game, I’m curious about alt soldier?

hmm how to explain this one. I don't know if sharing a snippet will help because most of what i have written is just Sansa monologuing about where she is.

But the basic gist is:

Sansa is hidden in the Vale, but not the Eyrie for Reasons. She's in a town near the border, and one day the war crosses over, and a few wounded Northern soldiers are found and housed. Sansa helps takes care of them.

Jon was once Brandon's bastard hidden away in Last Hearth. Now he is named heir to King Robb. During the war, he gets ambushed near the Vale border. They are caught by surprise and most of his men are killed except a few. The survivors are taken in by the household of a minor lord. Their saviors seem nice, but they cannot know who he is. The Vale is neutral, but if the lord found out that the Prince in the North was housed in his stables, who knows what he would do? So to the pretty girl who comes daily to feed him and dress his wounds, he is simply Jon, a common footsoldier

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There is a Sabriel jonsa fic! I read it ages and ages ago but from memory there's some good Sansa and Arya moments. Thought I'd mention it in case the other anon (or anyone else) is interested: it's called 'all the dark night' by maybethrice

here, first anon! There's already an AU of it :) Thanks second anon!

I haven't read it, but it's a 44k one shot, so it sounds like there's a lot to it!

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As a writer, what’s something you would have done to improve the ending of Game of Thrones?

I mean. You could add back in all the plots that were interesting, like Lady Stoneheart, Dorne... not the greyjoys though, I found Feast SO BORING because it was all greyjoys lol.

But honestly, I think the biggest misstep was trying to keep D's villain turn a secret for as long as possible. They clearly wanted to keep using her in their marketing as their girlboss naked dragon barbie to appeal to as many demographics as possible, but it was at the expense of the plot and nearly every other character, including D herself. They ruined her character, along with Jon & Tyrion most egregiously. She could have been such a GOOD villain. She could have been so INTERESTING. It could have been excellent.

But honestly, I think a lot of the writing issues were D&D trying to be *shocking*. Some of their dumbest scenes/plots were for shock value only.

D being a villain is the most obvious, but also Sansa not telling Jon she contacted Petyr? It was already done, why not tell Jon to keep him from rushing into battle? Because D&D wanted to surprise us with the Vale army. Why spend an entire season pretending Sansa & Arya are fighting? Surprise! They were working together the whole time. Arya killing the Night King? Surprise! Bet you thought it would be a character who actually had narrative ties to the Others, like Jon or Bran or even Sam.

Whenever people ask me why I don't write show-canon, this is why. The problems with the show, for me, start SO FAR back that by the time I ret-conned them, it's basically book canon.

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rehash of an older idea that would contain smut .... yes

but see I hate writing smut. and is it too close to my other fic? and I'm sure other fics have also done it

#cellsshapedlikeasks #but also i do have 3500 words of this already #and two povs #is it any good? #who knows #i'm just writing and trying to feel creative again

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Hi. I’m gonna be thinking about your most recent chapter and smiling to myself all night. Maybe all day tomorrow and the next day too.

I already commented on AO3 but came here to add this:

Thank you for so much Jon POV lately. I’m pretending you did it for me specifically and I feel so spoiled and loved. 🥰🥰

I have been writing a lot of Jon POV lately!! 7 of the last 10 things I've posted. But when the POV feels right, the POV feels right 😌 (Also did it for you obviously!! 😘 This one even has pining Jon!!)

ANYWAY I'm so happy you're enjoying it and appreciating the Jon POV mood I've been in lately

(I got weirdly into stats below, you can read if you want lol)

It's so interesting that I think my personal favorite fics are mostly from Jon's POV?? While my statistically most popular fics are Sansa POV. In fact, by kudos, the first Jon POV isn't until #11, and that's one where it's mixed with Sansa's POV. The most popular single Jon POV story is at #12 with my texting one shot. The first multi chap Jon POV doesn't come in until #14, and that's one of my oldest stories so I feel like the amount of kudos is due simply to the length of time it's been up.

EDIT: ok I'm an idiot and forgot the mating game is dual POVs, so Jon's first appearance when sorted by kudos is #2, not #11 lol. I'm dumb. His first solo POV is still at #12

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Seeing all your cool home updates && half-watching some HGTV w/my mom while drawing had a simple prompt idea if you might be interested! Basically HGTV reno show Jonsa - Sansa is a designer and finally gets a chance for her own show but loses Rob (her #1 contractor) to an injury before filming starts && Jon jumps in (either to help Rob /or/ the studio execs (maybe Targs?) throw him in) and the two have to work together somehow. Idk idk, just wanted to share! <3

ANON.

No, you have no idea, I already HAVE a house reno wip. It's not super long, but... yeah. I've got that.

Here, I'll post what I have written of it, since we CAN'T GET ONTO AO3.

this isn't exactly your prompt, though I do honestly love yours a lot and sort of want to change mine. If I changed mine, the show Sansa works on would definitely be like Rehab Addict, where she restores old homes to their prior state instead of making them "modern"

But mine is sort of similar? This snippet is just the set up and doesn't include the part where Sansa decides to start a youtube channel for her renovations, (a la WabiSabE, which I used to watch and was probably the inspiration for this fic when I first started writing it like a year ago lol), and everyone starts shipping her with her contractor Jon, who she keeps forcing to be in the videos because she can't really make them without him being in it...

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Sansa winces as her car hits another bump and jolts her in her seat.

“You owe me,” she huffs out, hands tight around the wheel.

“I know, I know,” Robb's voice comes through her sound system and fills the car. He's distracted, she can tell, and she bites back a snippy comment. Robb's just so busy, he couldn't possibly get away.

That's not fair, the small part of her brain that's still being rational thinks. Of course Robb couldn't drop everything and come out to the middle of nowhere to deal with their Great Uncle Brynden's estate. Robb's got a new baby and his job.

Robb's got a baby, Arya's got her tournaments, Bran has school, and Rickon's still underage. All of her siblings have lives they can't get away from. All except her.

No significant other, no kids. A tenuous career that she can technically do from anywhere.

“Oh no,” she breathes, when the house finally comes into sight through the trees.

“What's wrong?” Robb asks, his full attention back on her.

“Robb,” she whines, the car coming to a pathetic, rolling stop on the overgrown gravel drive. “It's a mess.”

“A mess?”

She doesn't answer, too busy staring at the mansion in front of her. Or, what used to be a mansion, she thinks.

It's still vaguely house-shaped, but... The roof is missing shingles in multiple places, the windows all seem busted out. The steps up to the covered front porch are fine, but the porch itself has a massive sinkhole, and half the wood looks rotted and ready to crumble.

Gods, if this is what the outside looks like...

“What kind of a mess?” Robb asks. She's just about to start listing the many problems when she hears another car approaching.

“I've gotta go,” she tells Robb. “I think the lawyer's here.” She hangs up before Robb can answer, and watches the other car slowly emerge through the trees up the bumpy road, past the broken gates, and onto the circular gravel drive. It stops behind her and a man gets out. She gets out, too, phone clutched in her hand, just in case.

“Miss Stark?” the man asks, and his face splits into a kind smile when she nods. “Perfect, perfect. I'm Samwell Tarly. It's nice to finally meet you.”

Sansa moves forward to shake the lawyer's hand. He isn't what she was expecting. He's young, for one – maybe only a few years older than her. And he seems just as nice in person as he'd been over the phone. She didn't think lawyers came in nice.

“We should have met at your office,” she says, eyeing up the weeds sprouting from between the gravel and brushing against her ankles. “I didn't realize the road here would be so...”

Mr. Tarly laughs. “This place has been abandoned for quite some time,” he agrees. “I never met Brynden myself, but I’d heard about him. Apparently he decided to up and travel the world and left this…”

Sansa looks back at the crumbling mansion and feels her face scrunch up. She tries to smooth it out. “So, how fast do you think I can sell this?” she asks.

That’s when Mr. Tarly’s smile falters. “Well,” he starts, hesitant, “you see, it’s in such a poor state, I can’t imagine anyone would be willing to buy it.”

“But the land must be worth something? They can just knock it down and-”

“Ah,” Mr. Tarly winces, and Sansa’s sentence breaks off, unfinished. “I suppose you didn’t read all the fine print?” At the slow shake of her head, he grimaces. “Riverrun Manor is a historic property. You, legally, are not allowed to tear the structure down. Anything you do needs to go through lots of committee approvals…”

“So what you’re saying,” Sansa says, closing her eyes as reality crashes down around her, “is that literally no one is going to want to buy this.”

“Maybe if you find someone who’s both very rich, and very interested in Riverlands history?”

She opens her eyes and there must be a glare on her face, because Mr. Tarly winces again.

Then she turns back to the manor, and really looks at it this time. Beneath the grime and the moss and the crumbling wood, she can see what it used to be.

“What if I fixed it up a bit?” she asks, turning back to the lawyer. “What if I just did the major repairs, do you think someone would buy it then?”

She doesn’t want to do that, but it beats letting the property sit around even longer and paying the taxes on it. Or, worse, not paying the taxes and having that on her and her sibling’s financial records.

“I’m not a real estate agent,” Mr. Tarly responds, looking at the building thoughtfully. “But this is a good location, lots of historic stuff around. I wouldn’t doubt you could sell it if the building weren’t… well, that.” He waves his hand towards the manor.

“Alright,” she nods. “Maybe we should head to your office to do the paperwork, though? Then I’ll… I guess I’ll look for a contractor?”

Sam nods, and a bright smile lights his face again. “Oh, I know someone you can call!”

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benjen essos 👀 for the ask game

(wip game)

sigh. oh this au. my baby. I wasn't sure if I was going to include it, because I always told myself if I ever wrote this, it'd go on my alt account. But that's assuming it ever gets written.

I literally only have Ned's initial POV, then a bit of Benjen's written. Nothing past that because all the sudden I hit Actual Plot and Politics and my brain goes fuzzy :)

but here, have the first portion!

NED

Ned crests the hill, and Winterfell comes into view. At the sight of it, something tightens around his heart. He has not been home since he called his banners, since he marched south to avenge his father, his brother, his sister. In truth, it feels as though he has not truly been home since he was eight years old, when he was sent away to foster in the Eyrie. 

Now he returns as the Lord of Winterfell, the Warden of the North, with a silent babe in his arms.

There were times, on the road, that Ned wondered if the babe had died, it was so quiet. He remembers Benjen and Lyanna being born, remembers the way they squalled, especially Lyanna. On his journey, Ned would often stop his exhausted mare and look at the bundle strapped to his chest, just to make sure the boy was breathing. The wet nurse he’d found, Wylla, had assured him some babes were simply quiet, but Ned always needed to make sure.

Promise me, Ned.

He had thought of little else on the journey home, from the mountains of Dorne to within sight of Winterfell. He intends to keep that promise, treason or not. Robert must never know, must never find out - the fates of Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon always present in Ned’s mind.

He hugs the boy closer to his chest, a tightening in Ned’s throat as the babe’s tiny mouth opens in a yawn, and he strokes the dark curls on the babe’s soft head with one calloused finger.

“There,” Howland Reed says, and Ned looks up to see three horsemen traveling towards them from the gates of Winterfell, as his raven had requested.

“Go,” Ned says, and Howland nods and kicks his horse forward, riding to meet the envoy. In the center is a man with the long face of the Starks. That one rides forward while the two guards stay back, and Ned carefully dismounts as Benjen meets him at the top of the hill.

“Brother,” Benjen says, dismounting his own horse and rushing forward, but he is caught when he sees the bundle in Ned’s arms, the woman at his side, on her own horse.

“Wylla,” Ned says, “could you please give us a moment?

The woman does not argue, and she moves her horse towards Howland and the guards. Ned is lucky to have found her, he knows. The boy was close to death when Ned had stumbled upon her at a roadside inn, when she saw how desperate he was and offered to nurse the babe, her own having died just days before. If she wonders where he got the child or who its mother is, she does not ask.

Benjen stares at the boy, and Ned knows what he must be thinking. It is a thought Ned had often enough on the road, that he will pretend the babe is his. Raise it as his own bastard. A Snow. He made a promise.

“You mustn’t tell anyone about this,” Ned says. He hates that he must do this, hates that it must be a secret.

“I think you’ll have a hard time hiding that from your wife,” Benjen says, standing rigid and uncomfortable. Ned has barely seen his younger brother since they were children, and it sends a pang of hurt through him that Benjen seems to have assumed the worst. Do they know each other so little? “I doubt she’ll want to nurse it alongside her own.”

Her own.

Ned feels dizzy at the idea - his own son, waiting for him just inside the walls of Winterfell. Catelyn and the boy had made the journey here once peace was declared, and Ned aches to go, aches to see his own child, but he must do this first. Ned looks down at the babe he currently holds and wonders if his own son looks like this. Does his son have the same dark hair? They would be brothers, if Ned claimed this boy as his own.

“It is not mine,” he tells Benjen, who only looks at him in confusion. 

Ned does not want to explain, does not want to remember, though the image of Lyanna bleeding out in her birthing bed haunts his dreams.

Promise me, Ned.

And so he tells Benjen, with as little detail as possible. He will spare Benjen the nightmares, if he can.

In the end, Ned looks down at the bundle in his arms, the way those tiny hands grip at his finger as Ned brushes it against the boy’s soft, rounded cheek. “I’ve named him Jon,” Ned rasps. A name he tries not to use, because he knows he must give the boy up.

“What will you do?” Benjen asks, eyes looking past Ned, towards the horizon. Ned can see the way Benjen’s jaw clenches, the way his throat works as he swallows roughly. He and Lyanna were always close. Lyanna had loved him fiercely.

“Robert can never know,” Ned says. He tries not to think of Aegon and Rhaenys.

“A bastard is a dangerous thing,” Benjen says carefully. “And your new wife won’t like it.”

“That’s why I’ve called you out here,” Ned says. “I must ask something of you. I must ask that you take the boy. Leave, go somewhere and hide him. He is too old to pass off as your own here-” Ned’s voice falters, then. He is asking too much of his younger brother - the youngest of them all. Left alone to be the Stark in Winterfell for nearly a year, and now Ned is asking Benjen to banish himself from their home. It is not fair, but Ned has learned that very little is. All he can do is try to honor his sister’s last request. The promise he made.

Benjen says nothing at first, but then slowly, he nods. “I was planning on taking the black, anyway,” he muses. “Running Winterfell has shown me what it is like to have a purpose. A duty.” His eyes meet Ned’s and he gives a rueful smile. “Do not worry, brother. I have no plans on continuing as Lord of Winterfell. I’ll leave that burden to you. But…” his eyes drop to the bundle. “Yes. I’ll take him.”

Ned reaches out with his free hand and clasps his brother on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry to charge you with this,” Ned says, and he sees the sorrow in his brother’s eyes. It disappears quickly, though. Benjen is good at hiding it. 

“Here,” Benjen says, holding out his arms awkwardly, and Ned realizes this is the moment. He must give up the babe. It is the best course of action.

Yet still, he hesitates.

Benjen is just a boy himself, though Ned must remind himself that he was not much older when he rode off to war. Still, Ned thinks he’d rather face a war than have to raise a babe on his own, far from home.

Benjen waits until Ned finally passes the bundle over.

“Keep his head up,” Ned tuts, using his hand to raise Benjen’s elbow. 

Benjen stares down at the boy, and Ned feels both a weight lifted off him, and a great pain in his chest.

Promise me, Ned.

The promise belongs to Benjen now.

…

When Ned finally enters through the gates of Winterfell, his wife is waiting for him, a babe held in her arms. His son, Robb.

Ned makes his way over and greets his wife - a woman he has been married to for nigh on a year, but barely knows. She stands beautiful and serene, though he can see the hesitation in her eyes as she hands over the child, and Ned sees that while he at first thought the boy bald, there are little wisps of hair atop his head. Red, like his mother.

“Thank you,” Ned whispers, holding the babe tight to his chest, just as he had done with Lyanna’s boy. He wishes to never let his son go.

In that moment, Ned makes another promise - to Lyanna, to his father and mother, to Brandon and Benjen, to his wife, to Robb. He will be a good Lord. He will be a good father.

He looks up, and Catelyn smiles at him.

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Going on a reblogging spree through your blog and I scrolled too quickly and too close to the sun...

...and I thought this was referencing a Jonsa ratatouille AU.

Anyways if I was forced to entertain this thought I need to inflict it upon somebody else as well 😂😂😂

jonsa persuasion au where they're both controlled by rats who are also jonsa

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Me 1st chapter: poor Jon

Me 2nd chapter: poor Sansa

Can't wait for the time skip chapter!

they're both having a rough time and Sansa especially is making some poor life decisions for sure

the time skip chapter is what the fic was originally supposed to be, but it's also the part I've thought out least lmao so it might not get written as quickly

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Oh poor Jon, bless him, I really feel for him, planning a whole life from just meeting a girl. I felt Sansa really felt bad about it so I hope Jon can forgive her when their paths cross again.

Poor bby Jon falling so hard 😔 I'm glad you can see a bit of Sansa's side of it, anon!

(though I have been getting a kick out of the comments that act like Sansa committed an unforgivable war crime. Like I'm not out here defending her, it was a shitty thing to do, but Jon also actively chose to do something that he knew could get him into big trouble on the off chance it would get him laid like my boy is not completely innocent in this)

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do you think you'll do a harry potter au where sansa is a witch since we got one where she’s a squib?

oof. the answer is probably "no", but also "I don't ever rule anything out"

On one hand, I grew up with HP and so there is something in me that would really love to because I think I just love the general vibe/idea of the world. However, JKR (and maybe just getting older) has soured my love of it. The reason I could write the squib one was because it let me point out how batshit and sort of genuinely terrible that world is.

but also I just really do love the whole magic school witchy vibes

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i was mostly right!! really hope dany somehow also got out cause boy does girly girl need therapy

you were! As for Dany, we'll see!

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